[Hymns] 22 With perfect hatred them I hate, my foes I them do hold. Search me, O God, and know my heart, try me, my thoughts unfold:
24 And see if any wicked way there be at all in me; And in thine everlasting way to me a leader be.
Psalm 140 To the chief Musician, A Psalm of Dav...
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[Hymns] 22 With perfect hatred them I hate, my foes I them do hold. Search me, O God, and know my heart, try me, my thoughts unfold:
24 And see if any wicked way there be at all in me; And in thine everlasting way to me a leader be.
Psalm 140 To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. 1 Lord, from the ill and froward man give me deliverance, And do thou safe preserve me from the man of violence:
2 Who in their heart mischievous things are meditating ever; And they for war assembled are continually together.
3 Much like unto a serpent's tongue their tongues they sharp do make; And underneath their lips there lies the poison of a snake.
4 Lord, keep me from the wicked's hands, from vi'lent men me save; Who utterly to overthrow my goings purpos'd have.
5 The proud for me a snare have hid, and cords; yea, they a net Have by the way-side for me spread; they gins for me have set.
6 I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God: unto the cry Of all my supplications, Lord, do thine ear apply.
7 O God the Lord, who art the strength of my salvation: A cov'ring in the day of war my head thou hast put on.
8 Unto the wicked man, O Lord, his wishes do not grant;
Nor further thou his ill device, lest they themselves should vaunt.
9 As for the head and chief of those about that compass me, Ev'n by the mischief of their lips let thou them cover'd be.
10 Let burning coals upon them fall, them throw in fiery flame, And in deep pits, that they no more may rise out of the same.